When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. “Not even a lie?”

“You were never much of a liar,” I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

“She ran away from home, I have to find her.”

“She got a divorce, I’m worried she might do something rash.”

“She got into a car accident while speeding, I can’t rest easy if I don’t go see

her.”

And later on, he didn’t even bother with excuses, it was just: “I’m going to see

her.”

It was always about his sister. He couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music–filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, “Do you really have to go?”

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half–jokingly said, “This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I’m single now.”

Since it’s a boomerang/might as well be buy one, get one free.

to see his expression as

car was parked at the rehabilitation center, and today being a holiday, the traffic

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back for my car before heading to Gregory’s, it would take an extra two or three hours. Might

queue. The streets were crowded, and every now and then, young couples

wonderful. Their love was so open

complex was the same one

out of the car

the

replied instantly, [Building 6, Unit

building, same unit. Just

it weren’t for the one–apartment–per–floor setup, we’d probably be

confidently made my

purpose, it took several minutes before the door was pulled open, accompanied by

lazily in his wheelchair lifted his sharp,

leg was hurting, asked me to check on

glanced at me,

“Oh, okay.”

smiling, “Then

a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed my wrist, pulling me

at the entrance, I asked, “I thought you

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my leg started hurting again. Is

nodded, pointing to a pair of house slippers on the floor

“They’re Edith’s.”

shoe cabinet, and handed me a new pair of

“Thanks.”

I was doing so,

“Not true.”